When the hell are you ever going to learn how to edit a post?
[...]
It is apparent that the modern "Trekker" is a soft effete individual
with tender hands who drives to the forest, dons over a thousand
dollars of clothing and "treks" through the forest for, perhaps, 4
hours and then drives home imagining that he is a real men. And being
exhausted, goes to bed early.

Edward Dolan wrote:

I think you have just described yourself above. I hiked for a solid 10
years
all over the country when I was in the decade of my 30s, and I did it on a
shoe string. I never imagined I was a real man, but I did imagine that I
was
gaining an experience of a human being connecting with the natural world
and
with Mother Earth. In all that time, I NEVER encountered a single mountain
bike on any trail. I took all of that for granted, never realizing just how
rare an experience I had. Too bad idiots like you will never know what you
have missed.

Oh, you hiked for a decade? 10 years? Of hiking? No working? You must
have had very indulgent parents to support you for all those years.

I was smart, something that I am sure no one has ever accused you of being.
And you "gaining an experience of a human being connecting with the
natural world and with Mother Earth".
What utter nonsense. Can you explain just what this "being connected
with the natural world" means? You lived under a tree and raised your
own food? Or maybe you cut down the primeval trees and built your own
cabin?

What are you - a survivalist? Jesus Christ Almighty - you are even dumber
than I thought possible. At least now I know who they make those dumb TV
programs for - like "naked and afraid".

A walk in a natural landscape is almost a religious experience, provided you
believe in that sort of thing. But to me, it is an experience of being
connected to the universe, one devoid of God. Even so, it is highly
spiritual. I pity poor slobs like you who do not have a clue about any of
this. But I want you and your god damn ****ing bikes to stay off of single
track trails. You are desecrating my cathedrals. **** you and all you stand
for!

The following total idiocy deleted for the usual reasons.
[...]
Ed, even today there are a very large areas all over the world where
there actually is untouched wilderness. If this communing is such an
important thing why aren't you somewhere in Northern Canada, Alaska,
Borneo, maybe New Guinea, Mongolia, Tibet, to name a few. if you were
really "connecting with the natural world" wouldn't an actual
uninhabited wilderness provide a much more satisfying experience.

No one needs "untouched wilderness". A relatively untouched wilderness is
all that any sane person ever needs to get a sense of our roots as a species
and of our place in the grand scheme of things. Or do you think we and the
universe sprang from the Head of God? There is nothing so refreshing as a
simple walk in the woods, or in the desert, or in any relatively untouched
landscape. Too bad you are too stupid to know any of this. Maybe try
rereading Thoreau to get a clue.
But you don't care for that do you. You don't actually want to go out
into the in primitive areas. Why they don't have air conditioning.
What you actually want some sort of pseudo primitive with little
cabins to sleep in, flush toilets and running water. Then you can
enjoy communing with nature... oh, don't forget the mosquito spray.
You appear to be either a complete phony or the sort of person who has
a pet rock.

You have just described yourself in the above 3 paragraphs. The world of
hikers is closed to you just as it is to all those who mountain bike on
single track trails.

Mountain bikes have wheels. Wheels are for roads.

Trails are for walking. What’s the matter? Can’t walk?

Ed Dolan the Great – Minnesota

You know Eddy, I am becoming a bit suspicious of your claims of glory.

You tell us that back in the 1970's you essentially hiked for a
decade, communing with nature. This is a little puzzling as who
supported you while you were cavorting in the wilderness? Your mommy
and daddy? They paid your keep while you were stumbling around in the
bushes?

Now, I don't want to speak ill of someone's ancestors but even if you
were so obnoxious that they were willing to pay to get you out of the
house., still 10 years? Just to keep Eddie away far away? One might
say, that it does stretch the imagination, just a little.

Next you reveal that you don't know what a "hiking pole" is. An item
that millions of other hikers know, apparently intimately as a major
sales point seems to be that it has a soft and luxurious hand grip.

So, you claim, that you spent 10 years engaged is the wandering around
in the forest game and at the same time you have no knowledge of this,
apparently essential item that others are willing to pay two hundred
American dollars to obtain.

Strange, isn't it?

As they say, "you have to buy a copy of the program if you want to
know the players", but apparently you didn't buy a program

In short Eddie, you are looking more and more like a phony. A guy that
spent 10 years doing it and don't know the names of the gear? Sort of
like a bloke that tells you about how he spent his life as a mechanic
and when you mention a "wrench" he doesn't know what you are talking
about.....

Nope, Eddy, I think that you have "outed" yourself. Not a "hiker" but
just an decrepit old fool trying to play the game without knowing
anything about it.

You know Eddy, I am becoming a bit suspicious of your claims of glory.

You tell us that back in the 1970's you essentially hiked for a decade,
communing with nature. This is a little puzzling as who supported you
while you were cavorting in the wilderness? Your mommy and daddy? They
paid your keep while you were stumbling around in the bushes?

Wow, Ed was a remittance man. got a weekly income from Mummy and Daddy to
flick off somewhere and not embarass the family. Very common in the Pommy
toffs

You know Eddy, I am becoming a bit suspicious of your claims of glory.

You tell us that back in the 1970's you essentially hiked for a decade,
communing with nature. This is a little puzzling as who supported you
while you were cavorting in the wilderness? Your mommy and daddy? They
paid your keep while you were stumbling around in the bushes?

Wow, Ed was a remittance man. got a weekly income from Mummy and Daddy to
flick off somewhere and not embarass the family. Very common in the Pommy
toffs

I actually knew a "remittance man" or at least that is what we
surmised him to be. English bloke from up north someplace. I knew him
for ten years or more and in all that time I never heard him mention a
job. Plenty of tales about having lived in hippy communes, visited
Ireland, travels in Scotland, etc., lived on the beach with a girl,
but never a mention of a job, or work.

It was obvious that he had some sort of remittance as the first of the
month he'd be flush with cash and would say things like, "Fix it? Just
throw money at it" and toward the end of the month he'd be caging
drinks. Slap his pocket and look amazed, "Oh! I forgot my money."

He wasn't a bad guy but a five minute conversation and you could
figure out why the family was happy to have him away from home :-)

When he died his daughter came over to settle things and of course all
the blokes who had known him made sure to meet her and tell her how
sorry that were to see the old boy gone, extend sympathy and the
usual. She just stood there, no tears, straight face, just like
someone told her what time it was.

Edward Dolan wrote:
All you know is how to Google. You also have no idea of what "hits" are
about. The problem remains the same - you are an idiot!
[...]
It isn't a joke really. It is sort of like a guy that wants to play
ball. So, after much whining the guys say, O.K., you can play and they
throw him this round thing and he says, "what's this?"
Nope, it is Edward the Phony from here on out.
Phony - "a person who professes beliefs and knowledge that he or she
does not hold in order to conceal his or her real motives"
What's the old saying, "If it fits, wear it"?

"All you know is how to Google. You also have no idea of what "hits" are
about. The problem remains the same - you are an idiot!" - Ed Dolan

"John B." wrote in message
...
[...]
You know Eddy, I am becoming a bit suspicious of your claims of glory.
You tell us that back in the 1970's you essentially hiked for a
decade, communing with nature. This is a little puzzling as who
supported you while you were cavorting in the wilderness? Your mommy
and daddy? They paid your keep while you were stumbling around in the
bushes?

What ****ing business is that of yours? Note well that I am not the least
bit interested in ANYTHING about you ... except your views on what hiking
trails are for.

Following **** deleted for the usual reasons.
[...]
Next you reveal that you don't know what a "hiking pole" is. An item
that millions of other hikers know, apparently intimately as a major
sales point seems to be that it has a soft and luxurious hand grip.
Hiking poles are for slobs like you. I never had any use for them, being
quite steady on my feet.
So, you claim, that you spent 10 years engaged is the wandering around
in the forest game and at the same time you have no knowledge of this,
apparently essential item that others are willing to pay two hundred
American dollars to obtain.

"Hiking poles are for slobs like you. I never had any use for them, being
quite steady on my feet." - Ed Dolan

Most repair manuals are far more interesting than you, and far less turgid
to read. I'd get more pleasure from running my nostrils down a cactus, than
reading another contribution from you. Maybe you wouldn't come across as
such a jellyfish-sucking mental midget if you didn't have an intellect
rivaled only by the Village Idiot's stupider brother;

Here's a tip: no one will ever know that you've had a lobotomy if you wear a
wig to hide the scars; stop posting your drivel on message boards, and learn
to control the slobbering. Clearly, the full area of your ignorance is not
yet mapped. We are presently only exploring the fringes of that vast
expanse.

Are you normally this dumb or are you just having a blonde moment? Wouldn't
clues have more room to fit in your head if you got rid of some of the
gobbledygook in there?

In closing, I offer these heartfelt words: Go suck on a frozen pineapple,
asshole.

You know Eddy, I am becoming a bit suspicious of your claims of glory.

You tell us that back in the 1970's you essentially hiked for a decade,
communing with nature. This is a little puzzling as who supported you
while you were cavorting in the wilderness? Your mommy and daddy? They
paid your keep while you were stumbling around in the bushes?
Wow, Ed was a remittance man. got a weekly income from Mummy and Daddy
to
flick off somewhere and not embarass the family. Very common in the Pommy
toffs

Others always profess interest in me whereas I never profess any interest in
others. That is because I am not interested in others - and that is also why
I am Great and you aren't. Hells Bells, even John B.(Bull****ter) is not
interested in you like he is in Me. I suppose I should be flattered, but
what idiots like the two of you say or think does not register on a mind so
Great as mine. Greatness requires Greatness and that is something I will
never find on Usenet. Alas, only Lilliputians reside here.

On Tue, 28 Jun 2016 06:35:04 -0000 (UTC), news16
wrote:
[...]
Wow, Ed was a remittance man. got a weekly income from Mummy and Daddy to
flick off somewhere and not embarass the family. Very common in the Pommy
toffs
I actually knew a "remittance man" or at least that is what we
surmised him to be. English bloke from up north someplace. I knew him
for ten years or more and in all that time I never heard him mention a
job. Plenty of tales about having lived in hippy communes, visited
Ireland, travels in Scotland, etc., lived on the beach with a girl,
but never a mention of a job, or work.
It was obvious that he had some sort of remittance as the first of the
month he'd be flush with cash and would say things like, "Fix it? Just
throw money at it" and toward the end of the month he'd be caging
drinks. Slap his pocket and look amazed, "Oh! I forgot my money."
He wasn't a bad guy but a five minute conversation and you could
figure out why the family was happy to have him away from home :-)
When he died his daughter came over to settle things and of course all
the blokes who had known him made sure to meet her and tell her how
sorry that were to see the old boy gone, extend sympathy and the
usual. She just stood there, no tears, straight face, just like
someone told her what time it was.
I think the term is "No love lost".

Whereas John B.(Bull****ter) will be mourned by one and all when he passes -
for all the good it will do him in Hell where he will be consigned for
cycling on hiking trails.

But what any of this has to do with the topic of this thread escapes me.

On Wed, 29 Jun 2016 23:39:12 -0500, EdwardDolan wrote:
"John B." wrote in message
...
[...]
You know Eddy, I am becoming a bit suspicious of your claims of glory.
You tell us that back in the 1970's you essentially hiked for a
decade, communing with nature. This is a little puzzling as who
supported you while you were cavorting in the wilderness? Your mommy and
daddy? They paid your keep while you were stumbling around in the
bushes?

What ****ing business is that of yours? Note well that I am not the
least bit interested in ANYTHING about you
But you slavishly reply to him. go figure.